Well as it’s getting closer to the young one leaving home, one more week to go, I look at the things and moments I will miss. Such as the fork thief, we also have a crockery thief. However these items do turn up much later, caked in food that even the dishwasher rejects.
I do remind the young one that she will miss my smarty pants comments and nagging, but I fear that went in one ear and out the other. I can’t wait to see what she does in her own home, I think that’s when the young one will appreciate me, yours and ours.
Wednesday night, I come home and did the usual, washing, cleaning etc. Then I cooked dinner, which didn’t get dished up till 7.45pm, bit late, but it took longer to cook than usual.
I went to gather the utensils, forks in particular, what do you know out of 12 forks for a family of four, the drawer was bare!!!!!
|Here’s my evidence.|
I laughed, Michael laughed, we both did a shrug of our shoulders and carried on. When I dished up dinner the older one looked at her spoon, pulled a face and said I don’t eat with a spoon. I don’t either I replied but that’s life, it’s like a box of chocolates. All the good one have gone.
For the record, Michael did a house hunt and found:
- Two in one room
- Three in another
- Three in the dishwasher
That leaves four MISSING IN ACTION